MYSTIKAL

Mystikal Fever Lyrics

Humph, Come on

[Verse 1]
It’s…the nigga that get hard than starch in yo f**kin creases
rip it to pieces
slicin’ and dicin’ and icin’ em’ right
with the mic I use
that’s as clean as a wild teacher
eyes stay tight when they fade
to watch swarm bleedin’
from out the freeza’
can’t you see em’?
Jesus!
Big tittie Tina boppas out chea catchin’ Mystikal Fever
Ol’ you’ll be sayin’ you ain’t takin’ no shit this time
Nigga me neither!
You could leave nigga f**k we don’t need ya
Rappa, Killa , loaded, beat,
swivel, shark, butchers meat [Knife sound]
a lot of you niggas believe in walkin’ a thin line
but when I get through wit cha’ all I be hearin’ is awwah!!
Of all maps and adages knocking off hats
Y’all know
act a ass
But don’t call me that
Fix yo f**kin’ shirt
tie yo f**kin’ shoe strangs
jive and mystikal comin’ up in the bull dagger

[Verse 2]
keep my muthaf**kin’ fist balled up
case a mutherf**ka tryin’ to start somethin’
takin’ ginseng got yo lil’dick hard makin’ it harder
think you gon’ jump in the ring and go pound for pound with the knockout king?
No shit like that gon’ happen cause them
niggas down here ain’t gon f**k wit what I bring
you heard the the muthaf**kin’ door open
you heard that arrrr (door open sound) you know that’s me
if it was a wrestlin’ match you’ll be on your back like 1…2…3
come off the top ropes leave you knocked out wit yo mouth open
and they gon’ have to take yo ass home and leave you in a hot tub and soak
bar banga’ and if you don’t want swang
wit a mic I tell you nigga
I’m wild ass a gorilla on chain
Time to flow wit a natural-born go getter
This for my hustlas to ballas, gangstas and cap pilla’s
hustlas to ballas
gangstas and cap pilla’s
hustlas and gangstas
gangstas and cap pilla’s
hustlas to ballas
gangstas and cap pilla’s

[Verse 3]
I’ll go pound for pound wit the knuckle cuffin’ muthaf**ka
Rush em’ and touch em’
Then stand ova’ his ass and screamin’ “I told you not to start nuthin”
I’ma damage ya
You ain’t got the stamina
Half the talent to match , to dance wit the Tarantula
When I’ma chargin’ at cha
niggas be tryin’ to copy cat
wanna jump on the mic and do what I do but can’t keep up
ain’t no thankin’
that shit gon’ change
cause when I drop off mystikal sound a likes
gon’ have to get the f**k off
crackin’ they glasses
smashin’ they records
smash and catchin’ they ass all day and tackle they ass
tell em all settle shop down close fo’ sho
put it down like 1990 M.C. Hammer
I hope….